Words of the Constant

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Smells fishy.

Walter

She left us a souvenir.

Wanda

I don't think its owner will be missing it.

Warly

I'm sure I could find a use for this.

Wigfrid

A trophy from my victory!

Maxwell

Ugh, I don't want to touch that.

Webber

It could've eaten us in one bite!

Wendy

How gruesome.

Ms. Wickerbottom

These beaks are designed to catch slippery prey.

Willow

Nasty.

Winona

How come I got left to pick up the bill? Ha!

Wolfgang

Hmm, too big for stew.

Woodie

Yeesh, there's still some feathers stuck to it.

Wormwood

Tweeter nose

Wortox

It squawks no more.

Wurt

Squawk! Squawk! Hee-hee...

WX-78

THIS IS MINE NOW